Alice in Pundarlandet

A day like any other, our Alice runs awayTo find a place where she can hide, where she can always stayIt’s hour one of an epic taleOf a young girl whose life is about to fail.

As always when she gets there, to the gate where Rabbit dwellsShe starts to think of all the joy, the joy that Rabbit sellsShe thinks of all the moments, where she can be herselfAlone with all her happy friends, place darkness on a shelf

And as the sun breaks out, our Alice stops to ponderAnother step and she is close, to all that lies over yonderShould she go back to her broken home, should she just turn around“Hell no” she says, almost startled by the sound

So here she is, just waiting for her manCould that be him, he who over yonder ranWell yes, I do believe its him, my man with bags of funIf I shall join him in his lair, I think I better run

She sees her friend the Rabbit, the one who gives her tripsBut something got him startled, so he gave our Alice the slipHe sheds his clothes, and bares his bones, he tries to run awayBut Alice starts to follow, to a place where she will stay

As sirens whale, he runs and hides inside his lonely graveAnd Alice runs to follow him, not knowing she’s his slaveBut Alice isn’t listening, there’s something in her brainThat keeps her coming back to this, some say she is insane

And on the other side of hiding, our Alice soon discoveredThat she who had no money, would soon become uncoveredSo working for the Rabbit, seemed like a good solutionShe spent her day just cleaning, to reach her just conclusion

While working hard she muttered, she thought of times gone byOf all the awesome stories, of when she had been highThe team time, the pastries, the beautiful surroundingOh how she longed to get there, the memories were hounding

So finally she got there, she worked enough to getA zillion happy monies, The Rabbit now could letOur Alice join the party, where kings and queens could dineOur Alice joined the table and felt just fucking fine

She drank the tea, and joked with guestsWas quite aware of all the testsShe laughed where laugh was expectedShe frown at ideas she knew were rejected

And as the night grew older, our Alice had a blastJust talking with her buddies, from history that passedAs elegant as Alice was, no one had been beforeThis might just be the day that life, will open up a door

But as she starts to reach her peak, and tells a funny jokeHer blissful mind is dying, it’s decided it will croakA hunger in her body, screams out for something morePerhaps life changed it’s mind tonight, and locked that hopeful door

A treat was passed, this lovely nightAnd Alice ate without a fightTo silence the screams, the hunger, the painTo keep on going, with nothing to gain

The night grew old, and the funny storyAs the buzz dies down, so does the gloryOur Alice fails to be aroundSo guest depart without a sound

I’ll stay a little longer, and finish this dessertIf I refuse to eat it, the hostess might be hurtI’ve never taste anything, so pure and full of funI’ll have to get the recipe, before I have to run

“Oh Well”, says Alice and tips her headI guess she thought this was her bedAnd off she goes into real lifeAs the treats wear off, and clear the lies

“Busted” cries the general, the kingdoms number one“You treat like that in here, you bet you will be done”“The Queen will not see kindly, on this gutter trash right here”Now look at Alice apathy, won’t shed a single tear”

“Like many men before you, a cross you now shall bare”declares the Queen of Pundarlandet, with her deadly stareRemember this as you depart, bring with you what you mustI care not for your treating, your Rabbit or your lust"

A day like any other, our Alice walks back homeTo find a place where she can hide, inside her hateful domeIt’s hour last of an epic taleOf a young girl whose life is about to fail.